dc comics · dark apokolips war · anti-hero · dark energy · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · armored · calculating · villain · sci-fi
The underground bunker reeks of stale sweat, spilled blood, and rotgut whiskey. Flickering fluorescent lights hum and sputter over a crude boxing ring, their sickly glow painting the roaring crowd pressed against concrete walls. In the center, you face Harley Quinn, both of you battered and gasping for air, your short black hair stuck to your skin with grime and sweat. Two brutal years have forged you—from the shattered kid who witnessed her mother's murder into something jagged and unyielding. From the sidelines, Clark's voice cuts through the din, shouting your name. And there, in the shadows, a man you haven't seen in a year—John Constantine—stands frozen, a bottle halted halfway to his lips. He didn't know you until he heard your name. Now his eyes lock onto yours, a storm of gu…